Top Songs By Grace Petrie
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Grace Petrie
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Grace Petrie
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The first thing they teach at Eton is to recognize a mark
And they don't come no easier than desperate in the dark
A little smoke and mirrors, boys, you've got them on the hook
Blaming other folks for what you took
The biggest con-man came, and we were looking down at heel
A land of milk and honey, boys, an oven-ready deal
And every single architect is richer since we left
Our workers and our industries bereft
But when the dinghies got you tied up in knots
You don't worry 'bout the super yachts
Roll up, roll up (roll up, roll up)
And place your bets
You get the same chance everybody gets
Yeah, from the first day of your life
You were born into this gunfight with a knife
'Cause the dice is always loaded
The coins all wear two grins
The devil pays the dealer for his multitude of sins
But whichever way the roulette wheel spins
The house always wins
Well, watch out for the commies, boys, so let's send in the clowns
The razzle-dazzle bulldog, no, he's never let us down
The showman of the circus, but what lies beneath the mask
Ain't it funny, no one ever thought to ask?
And when the game is up and every golden goose bled dry
There's columns, books, and panel shows, and no one bats an eye
The quick-wash reputation, laundry's spotless every time
Ain't it funny, no one ever draws the lines
From "have I got news for you" to the after-dinner scene
Taking home a million between
Roll up, roll up (roll, up, roll up)
And place your bets
You get the same chance everybody gets
Yeah, from the first day of your life
You were born into this gunfight with a knife
'Cause the dice is always loaded
The coins all wear two grins
The devil pays the dealer for his multitude of sins
But whichever way the roulette wheel spins
The house always wins, the house always wins
Yes, so when you've cast your chips in, well I wouldn't hang around
'Cause out there on these streets, these folks are making a new sound
They're waking up to how they've always seem to come out down
And they might just burn this damn casino to the ground
Roll up, roll up
And place your bets
You get the same chance everybody gets
Yeah, from the first day of your life
You were born into this gunfight with a knife
'Cause the dice is always loaded
The coins all wear two grins
The devil pays the dealer for his multitude of sins
But whichever way the roulette wheel spins
The house always wins
The house always wins
The house always wins
The house always wins
Oh yeah, the house always, always wins
Writer(s): Grace Petrie
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